Confessions of a Critical Thinker

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Over the past few weeks there has been a series of people famous for a variety of things in various genres and spheres of influence who have passed away. I wonder what happens to all that genius? Does it just dissipate off into the ether? Personally I think this brilliance is always with us and always has been. When the special and beloved pass on I believe their skills and imaginations are opened up to the world for others, perhaps younger and developing, or older and reaching an epiphany, to find and welcome into their consciousness. Consciousness does not die. It has been around since the beginning. If in the beginning was the word there had to be a consciousness that either uttered the word or heard it.

This concept now leads some quantum physicists to postulate that there was consciousness before matter. Frankly it makes sense to me that there must have been some entity that imagined the big bang, and also witnessed it, in order to verify its reality. If there is conservation of mass and energy then it follows that there is conservation of consciousness as well. Enough of my metaphysical pondering.

Horst has always held a place inside me. In the mid 70’s I received and modeled hair styles for men in his salon in Deephaven MN and occasionally played music there for the clients. It was a win win, as the well to do women would bring their husbands in and I would make a few bucks. For some reason he liked me and wanted to help my career. Horst was like that, helping people for no reason other than he felt something. He was always thinking of new ways to bring more real beauty into the business of beauty. His own epiphany in the mid seventies brought us an appreciation for ayurvedic methods of imbuing the body with scents and products from the earth. Suddenly he saw a clearer picture of the nature of beauty, and he did something about it.

All of these notable individuals did remarkable things, in so many different areas and in so many different ways. What a concentration of powerful life force these paragons have left us. I feel certain there are some special people out there right now who have been the beneficiaries of a gift of creative energy, which they can now use to push the world forward again, in a never ending cycle of love manifesting itself as vision and invention. Life is miraculous isn’t it

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Partially this is a test post to see where in hell (otherwise known as the internet) I am sending this when I post it. If you want to catch fish it’s always good to know where you are casting your line. It is also a few words about the state of myself and thus the blog.

As can be easily seen in the archive it has been nearly nine months since I posted here. That’s about par for the course for me, as I occupy myself daily with all sorts of activities, some of which are meaningful and productive and others, completely worthless, the folly of the procrastinator. But recently I have come to understand that the ridiculously long comments I make on Facebook posts and elsewhere don’t serve my interests. They don’t serve anyone’s interests. If I want to make ridiculously long posts I should make them here where it is appropriate. Therefore you can expect to see more frequent posts on this blog-on-life-support. So be forewarned.

You see, I do have things to say and I might as well say them. And not with the frequency of a partial eclipse. I’m not getting any younger and my thoughts and feelings certainly aren’t doing anyone any good locked away in my synapses. But I need to be wholly responsible for them. Here I’m not responding to someone else’s imagination. Here I can originate.

I’ve reached a place in my life where I no longer feel the need to be either ashamed of or egoistic about expressing myself. I’m not sure if I have been ashamed of being egoistic or egoistic about being ashamed. Regardless, this is just somebody speculating about whatever while using the modern amplification and distribution of the internet and social media. Everybody else and their dog has a blog. The difference is they use theirs and I hide mine.

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From the Lost Land of Rightiness

Apologies to Monsieur Colbert. Truth is both relative and absolute. A most sublime contradiction. When you agree with me you are right. When you disagree with me you are right. The trick is getting both of those rights to talk to each other.

When we talk we recognize. When we recognize we acknowledge. When we acknowledge we identify. When we identify we respect. We can only respect from a place of self respect. Without self respect we are lost. When we are lost we need to ask. When we ask we talk.

Talking, we share feelings. Feelings live in the mind but are controlled by the heart. Sharing feelings we both see into the mind and follow the movement of the heart. Knowledge of soul is not far behind if one takes a leap, not of faith but of love.